Chapter 401 She Wanted to Take a Gamble
<b>With </b>a hard push of her arms, Jean clumsily flipped over the side gate. Then, without pause, she broke <b>into </b><b>a </b>sprint, her feet moving as fast as she could.
She had no idea how long she had been running. When she finally noticed she was in a busy part of <b>town</b><b>, </b>she slowed down and came to a stop.
<i>To </i><i>be </i><i>honest</i><i>, </i>even <i>if </i><i>security </i>had caught me, it <i>wouldn’t </i>have been the end of the <i>world</i><i>. </i>
At <i>worst</i><i>, </i>I can just <ie </i><i>clean </i><i>about </i>who I’m.
<i>Why </i><i>do </i><i>I </i>even run <i>that </i><i>fast</i><i>? </i>
Jean shook her head, letting out a quietugh at herself.
She started walking slowly along the street, letting her breathing steady again.
In her mind, she tried to recall the address Ludwig had written on that little slip of paper.
Now that her nerves had calmed, doubt began to creep in-
<i>Would </i>Ludwig <i>really </i><i>be </i><i>there</i>?
Worse, a troubling thought surfaced-
<i>Is </i><i>that </i><i>note </i><i>on </i><i>the </i><i>nightstand </i><i>really </i><i>written </i><i>by </i><i>him</i><i>? </i>
In a situation like this, Jean had no choice but to raise her guard.
<i>If </i><i>the </i><i>note </i><i>hadn’t </i><ie </i><i>from </i>Ludwig, <i>then </i><i>I </i><i>had </i><i>just </i>walked <i>straight </i><i>into </i><i>a </i><i>trap. </i>
<i>In </i><i>this </i><i>case- </i>
Jean pulled out her phone again.
<i>The </i><i>safest </i><i>move </i><i>would </i><i>be </i><i>to </i><i>call </i><i>Jolene </i><i>and </i><i>confirm </i>Ludwig’s <i>whereabouts</i>.
<i>Jolene </i><i>probably wouldn’t </i><i>lie </i><i>to </i><i>me</i>.
She lit up the screen, found Jolene’s contact, and dialed the number.
It connected–but no one answered.
Jean waited patiently for a while. Still no response. She had no choice but to hang up.
<i>Seriously</i><i>? </i>
<i>I </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>reach </i><i>Jolene </i><i>either</i><i>. </i>
Frowning, Jean scratched her head, mind racing.
<i>Right </i><i>now</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>make </i><i>a </i><i>decision</i><i>–</i><i>fast</i>.
<i>Should </i><i>I </i><i>head </i><i>to </i><i>the </i><i>address </i><b><i>on </i></b><i>the </i><i>note</i><i>, </i>or <i>go </i><i>back </i><i>the </i><i>way </i><i>I </i><i>came</i><i>? </i>
Chapter 401 She Wanted to Take a Gamble
She pulled out the <b>slip </b><b>of </b>paper again and took a closer look.
That address-
It was very <i>close </i><i>to </i><i>the </i>amusement <i>park </i><i>where </i>the Abyssal <i>Choir </i><i>had </i>held thest routine <b><i>meeting </i></b>
Jean’s <b>eyes </b>lit up slightly.
That <i>means </i><i>there </i>is a good chance <i>Ludwig </i><i>really </i><i>is </i>there.
<i>I </i>want <i>to </i><i>take </i>a gamble–go <i>to </i><i>the </i>address and <i>look </i><i>for </i><i>him</i><i>. </i>
<i>I </i><i>need </i>to <i>know </i><i>how </i><i>he </i><i>is</i>. <i>Otherwise</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>won’t </i>have peace of <i>mind</i><i>. </i>
<i>Of </i><i>course</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>won’t </i><i>allow </i><i>myself </i><i>to </i><i>walk </i>into <i>danger </i><i>unprepared</i>.
Jean edited a scheduled SOS message on her phone.
<i>If </i><i>anything </i><i>happens </i><i>to </i><i>me</i><i>, </i><i>the </i><i>message </i>will <i>be </i><i>sent </i><i>automatically </i><i>to </i><i>Sienna</i>.
<i>If </i><i>everything </i><i>goes </i><i>fine</i><i>, </i>I <i>can </i><i>cancel </i>it in <i>time</i>.
After finishing her preparation, Jean gged down a taxi and gave the driver the address.
The ce Ludwig had written down turned out to be an incredibly unremarkable motel.
It was tucked deep in a narrow alley, old and run–down on the outside.
After getting out of the taxi, Jean walked for a few minutes through the alley. Once she spotted the motel, she stepped right into the lobby.
The lobby was barebones. Only one person stood behind the front desk.
It was an elderly man wearing a pair of reading sses.
When he saw Jean walk in, he instinctively looked up and stared at her for a moment. “Looking to stay here? You seem a little young… Not sure I can let you check in by yourself. Where are your parents?”
Jean met his eyes and replied calmly, “I’m not here to stay. I’m looking for someone- “My brother’s staying here.”
The old man didn’t say much more after that.
Jean continued walking forward…
<i>This </i><i>motel </i><i>even </i><i>the </i><i>lift </i><i>is </i><i>poor</i>.
<i>Is </i><i>Ludwig </i><i>really </i><i>staying </i><i>here</i><i>? </i>
<i>That’s </i><i>quite </i><i>unfair</i>, isn’t it? <i>The </i><i>surroundings </i><i>are </i><i>even </i><i>more </i><i>terrible </i><i>than </i><i>the </i><i>Palette </i><i>Building</i><i>. </i>
Ding.
The lift arrived at the floor that Jean pressed.
The door opened, Jean walked out from the lift faster.
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Based on the room number that Ludwig provided, Jean arrived at the room at the end of the corridor.